Please be gentle with words
utter them with soft lips
caress them with your breath
Don't use them carelessly
or flaunt them
to make yourself look big
or use a fancy one
where a plain one will do
for each word has its moment
Let the words sing their own song
floating off the page
into the clear fresh air
Watch them fly away like butterflies
going no obvious direction
their meaning deliciously apparent
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
I was a member
of the "Hope They'll Like me" crowd
needy and aiming to please
foot tapping, shifting in my wooden chair
the noise in my head drowning out
the words on your lips
and what was the big deal anyway?
if no one liked me
status quo
I'd still have the few
the ones I could depend on
Except, let's digress together,
in dark moments of insecure delusion
when I could imagine even them
lacing my drink with an untraceable poison
pushing me off the cliff's edge
But I never linger long
in this Hitchcockian dream
I'm opting now
for "I Hope I'll Love You"
listening and observing
your words and beyond
trying to see and understand
Keeping my heart near the surface
available for bumps and bruises
but resilient
full of good humor
watching with a smile tinged with wist
while some dismiss me as frivolous
and others reach for my hand
feeling fortunate with a hint of fear
each new chance
to be part of the mystery
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
the muse came late
her face in battered bandage
her angry beautiful
her homemade crutches
works of art in cherry wood
her face in battered bandages
the muse came late
she gave her blood
in vials of splintered glass
her angry beautiful
the muse came late
her angry beautiful
a satchel filled with herbs
to cure and ****
she gave her blood
her angry beautiful
she gave her battered blood
as thick as cherry ink
her whispered manifesto
a satchel filled with herbs
she gave her blood
a satchel filled with herbs
of rosemary forget-me-nots and rue
her homemade crutches
works of art in cherry wood
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
Middle age fills out your baggy jeans
overflowing with wisdom
even the planet earth seems rounder
as it rolls another year around the sun
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
The idea first arose
when he was a mere child
watching the birds lift off
as he ran at them
Supreme deficit
to be un-winged
Oh cruel evolution!
to be banished to the earth
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
The poet sits
on her posterior
penning poesies for the people
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
I spent years in a cave writing nothing but sonnets
I chanted my mantra in iambic beat
ate my meals from quatrain plates
drank my wine from gold couplets
used a quill to pick rhymes
from my chattering teeth
my hair grew wild and free as verse
my heart exploded with love that was fierce
and yet here I am, here I still am
coping with nothing but paper and pen
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
This is a test
this is only a test
you may opt to do the right thing
you may opt to think of all humanity and not just the people you know
in the event of an actual emergency
what will you do?
if all the weapons are in the hands of fools?
what will you do?
if the votes of many aren't counted?
this piercing tone serves as a reminder
you may be called upon
to do heroic deeds
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
In me there are volumes
upon infinite volumes of poetry
written in calligraphy on
handmade linen parchment in
a dark corner of my brain
crumpled ***** of paper
clog my arteries
words and symbols
seeping out my pores
a deluge of rhyme
a ***** of verse
a million billion zillion
ridiculous lines of litany
my time belongs not to me
but to a strange epiphany
not good, not bad, it is what is
each poem is my purpose
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Blinking eyes distraction mind
never settling her arrow to target
check email fifty times a day
nothing new alerts from advertisers
slobber over social media
lost between tragedy and humor
bees crash into window pane
again and again and again and again
hungry hungry for connection
I kiss your warm palm smelling of ivory soap
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC